Monday, July 7, 2008

The Sunflower

In Spring 2007, Megan planted some sunflower seeds in her garden which was at the far corner of our yard near the park. None of the seeds sprouted so we forgot about them. This year, in our new garden which we dedicated to Megan, (and is completely across the yard from Megan's garden) a sprout appeared. At first I thought that it was a weed but I let it stay since it looked pretty hardy and I wanted to see what it would become. After weeks of watching this sprout turn into a large stalk, it dawned on me that it was a sunflower!!! The even crazier part is that once it bloomed, the bright orange/yellow flower was "looking" directly at our special rose garden, and shading some lavendar plants which were from her Aunts and Grandma! I know that the Megs had something to do with that, if for no other reason, than to put a smile on our faces!

About Megan

Megan was a beautiful, vibrant, healthy, 14 year old girl who passed away unexpectedly from Sudden Cardiac Arrest, caused my Myocarditis on 9/26/2007. Megan was a lifelong soccer player and began running Cross Country during her Freshman year at Dana Hills. She was a wonderful daughter, sister, and friend, whose sweet personality and sunny disposition is missed by all.

The Megster, Meggie, Megs, Meggers, Megan, Meggie Mae

" I noticed how beautiful the sky was the other day, and realized it's because you're up there."

Sisters

A poem from Meg's Memorial Service

Understanding

“I’ll lend you for a little timea child of mine,” He said.“For you to love the while she livesand mourn for when she’s dead.It may be six or seven years,or even twenty-two or three,But will you, till I call her back,take care of her for me?She’ll bring her charms to gladden you,and shall her stay be brief,you’ll have her lovely memoriesas solace for your grief.”“I cannot promise she will stay,since all from earth return,but there are lessons taught down thereI want this child to learn.I’ve looked the wide world overin my search for teachers true,And from the throngs that crowd life’s lovesI have selected you.Now will you give her all your love,not think the labor vain;Not hate me when I come to callto take her back again?”I fancied that I heard them say,“Dear Lord, Thy will be done,”For all the joy Thy child shall bring,the risk of grief we’ll run.We’ll shelter her with tenderness,we’ll love her while we may,and for the happiness we’ve knownforever grateful stay.But shall the angels call hermuch sooner than we’ve planned,we’ll brave the bitter grief that comesand try to understand

Remember Megan

Always smiling!!

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take your breath away

Memorial Poem

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleepI am a thousand winds that blowI am a diamond's gilt on snowI am the sunlight on ripened grainI am the gentle autumn's rainWhen you awaken in the morning's hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf quiet birds in circled flightI am the soft stars that shine at nightDo not stand at my grave and cryI am not there, I did not die.(Thank you Jenny for sending this to me)

A Thought for the Day

"We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand" Randy Pausch from The Last Lecture